Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 56

"Melinda, I'm not lying to you. I really blocked all her contact information, but you know, a crazy woman like her can find me in any way she wants. I didn't expect it to be her, so I answered the phone. When I found out you met her, I was so worried, afraid that something might happen to you."

Lawrence spoke with genuine emotion, his eyes slightly red as if he was truly anxious. He held my hand, trying to make me believe him. "Melinda, can you trust me one more time? Everything I said is true."

I shook my head and took a step back, putting some distance between us.

"How can I trust you?

I called you, but you didn't answer. I asked your company's employees, and they said you weren't on a business trip, didn't meet any clients, and didn't have any meetings today. In the past, no matter how busy you were, you would find a way to answer my calls, or at least call me back.

You keep saying you care about me, but you didn't even answer my call. If you say you were dealing with something and didn't hear it, or you were in the bathroom and didn't see it, then why didn't you call me back after so long?

Lawrence, just admit it. You don't love me anymore. When I walked in just now, you rushed towards me. What were you thinking? Were you eager to hit me to vent your anger for your beloved Clara?

I'm easy to appease because I love you. But Lawrence, love can be worn out little by little. When that happens, will we really end up hating each other and getting no good results? I don't want to become that hateful person."

I looked at him with disappointment, my tone filled with sorrow.

Actually, even if Lawrence wanted a divorce, if he had found another woman of status and wanted to separate from me, if he told me himself, I would be sad, but I wouldn't refuse him.

But he shouldn't have killed my child and tried to harm me, even attempting to seize the inheritance my parents left me. He deserves to die.

It seems he approached me in the first place for my money.

Lawrence became anxious. "Melinda, don't say that. I don't want you to stop loving me. I do love you. Don't leave me. I rushed over just now to check your injuries. I was afraid you were hurt, really.

I didn't answer the phone this afternoon because I was scared, scared that you would blame me, scared that you would bring up divorce when you saw me.

I did what I did because I love you so much. If I had known the outcome would be the same, I would have been bolder, answered your call, and then picked you up to go home."

His eyes were bloodshot, staring straight at me as if afraid to miss any of my expressions.

In the past, I might have been moved by his face, but now, completely disappointed, I felt nothing.

I shook my head, looking utterly disappointed. "But I can't convince myself whether I should trust you anymore."

Lawrence grabbed my hand and said urgently, "Then tell me, what should I do to prove I'm not lying? I truly care about you. Do I need to cut open my heart to show you?"

He seemed to have made a big decision and was actually ready to go to the kitchen. "If that's what it takes to prove it, then I'll do it."

With that, he turned and headed to the kitchen.

In the past, if I had been naive and foolishly in love with him, not discovering the truth, I might have been moved by such actions, thinking he loved me so much that he was willing to die for me. I might have even been touched.

But now, I only felt that someone like Lawrence, who would do such things, was terrifying.

He would do anything to achieve his goals, holding a knife, swearing that if I didn't forgive him, he would hurt himself.

I only found such a person frightening.

But I knew Lawrence was acting.

I grabbed Lawrence. "What are you doing?"

On one hand, I was afraid my anger would provoke Lawrence to lose control.

On the other hand, since it was still an act and not the time to completely break with him, I pretended to be anxious and held him back.

Lawrence's face immediately showed joy. "Melinda, I knew you cared about me. You still want to believe me."

He was so excited that he wanted to hug me.

I seemed to remember I was still angry and pushed Lawrence away. "You always manipulate my feelings for you. This time, if you can't give me a reason, I won't forgive you easily.

First, explain to me why Clara said you owe her six million dollars and even have an IOU? Don't tell me that six million dollars is the amusement park project you mentioned a while ago, and the money you borrowed just happens to be that amount. Are you really not lying to me about the project?"

I knew the project was fake. I knew the answer, but I deliberately teased him, watching Lawrence explain like a clown, which barely improved my mood.

Lawrence's eyes flashed with panic, then he quickly hid it. He answered with a bitter smile, "No, the six million dollars was borrowed before, but later I didn't plan to take the money. After returning it to her, she forced me to take the six million dollars again."

"Then what's the deal with the six million dollars? How come I didn't know the company had such a debt?"

"Of course, you wouldn't know because I deliberately kept it from you. Initially, when I borrowed the six million dollars, you were pregnant. I didn't want you to worry about me while pregnant, so I thought about attending a financial summit to see if I could attract investment to solve my predicament.

At that time, Clara represented the Simpson Group's investment department at the summit. I didn't expect her to take an interest in me. She approached me, and I was happy, thinking I could get to know her better and persuade her to cooperate with me.

We met privately two or three times. Initially, I was proactive because I wanted to attract investment, but she never refused. The third time we met, I brought up the investment, showed her the contract, and analyzed the return on investment. She nodded, thinking the project was good.

But her condition for investing was that I be with her. I loved you so much, and you were pregnant. How could I agree? I refused on the spot, telling her I had a beloved wife. If I lost the investment, I could find another, but I wouldn't betray you.

She said she envied you and our love. After that, we didn't contact each other. I thought she had given up.

But one day, she found me in the rain, just wanting me to accompany her. She said she was in pain, feeling hurt by her family's favoritism."

"So, you felt sorry for her, softened, and cheated on me?" I asked with red eyes, mocking.

Lawrence shook his head. "Melinda, I did feel sorry for her. You know I'm not a bad person and sometimes can't help but be kind. She was a girl, it was raining heavily, and we knew each other. I just wanted to give her a place to recover. She asked me to have a drink with her. I thought, at most, one drink. I couldn't get drunk and mess things up.

I never expected her to drug the drink. When I woke up, we were naked in bed. I wanted to die at that moment. Melinda, I didn't cheat on purpose. She set me up!"